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For sunshine's succeeded by rain;
Then, fearful of life's stormy weather, Lest pleasure should only bring pain,
Let us all be unhappy together,
I grant, the best blessing we know,
Is a friend for true friendship’s a treasure; And yet, lest your friend prove a foe,
Oh! taste not the dangerous pleasure: Thus friendship's a flimsy affair,
Thus riches and health are a bubble; Thus there's nothing delightful but care,
Nor any thing pleasing but trouble.
If a mortal would point out that life,
Which, on earth, would be nearest to heaven, Let him, thanking his stars, choose a wife,
To whom truth and honour are given : But honour and truth are so rare,
And horns, when they're cutting, sò tingle, That, with all my respect for the fair,
I'd advise him to sigh and live single,
It appears, from these premises, plain,
That wisdom is nothing but fully, That pleasure's a term that means pain,
And that joy is your true melancholy: That all those who laugh ought to cry,
That 'tis fine frisk and fun to be grieving, And that since we must all of us die,
Ile should tastc no enjoyment while living.
T SIGH and lament me in vain; 1 These walls can but echo my moan, Alas! it increases my pain
When I think on the days that are gone.
The birds, as they wanton in air ;
My looks they are wild with despair.
I burn with contempt for my foes;
She ne'er can subdue me to those !
Thy malice detested shall be;
Some heart will feel sorrow for me.
With silence and solitude dwell,
How sad tolls the evening bell !
Hollow winds seem to murinur around, “ O Mary! prepare thee to die :"
My blood, it runs cold at the sound,
O N Afric's wide plains, where the lions, loud
roaring, With freedom stalk forth, the desert exploring, I was dragg'd from my hut, and enchain'd as a slave, In a dark floating dungeon, upon the salt wave.
Spare Spare a halfpenny! spare a halfpenny! .. THE moon had climb'd the highest hill, 11 Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And, from the eastern summit shed
O spare a halfpenny to a poor Negro. Toss'd on the wide main, I, all wildly despairing, Burst my chains, rush'd on deck, with my eye-bals
wide glaring, When the lightning's dread blast struck the inlets
of day, And its glorious bright beams shut for ever away. The despoiler of man then his prospect thus losing Of gain, by iny sale-not a blind bargain choosing, As my value, compar'd with my keeping, was light, Had me dash'd overboard in the dead of the night. And but fora bark,to Britannia's coast bound then, All my cares, by that plunge in the deep, had been
drown'd then; But, by moonlight descry'd, I was snatch'd from
the wave, And reluctantly robb’d of a watery grave. How disastrous my fate ! freedom's ground though
I tread now, Torn from home, wife, and children, and wand'ring
for bread now, While seas roll between us, which ne'er can be
cross'd, And hope's distant glimm'rings in darkness are lost. But of minds foul and fair, when the judge and
the pond'rer, Shall restore light and rest to the blind and the
wand'rer, The European's deep die may out-rival the sloe, And the soul of an Ethiop prove white as the snow.
A SHEPHERD wander'd, we are told,
Fal lal la, la ral, la ral, la ra;
Descry'd a young and blooining maid, And thus to her his vows he paid,
Fal lal la, la ral, la ral, la ra.
Her silver light on tow'r and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep,
Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea; Then soft and low a voice was heard
Say, “ Mary, weep no more for me.” She from her pillow gently rais'd
Her head, to ask who there might be, And saw young Sandy shiv’ring stand,
With pallid cheek and hollow eye. “O Mary dear, cold is my clay,
It lies beneath a stormy sea;
So, Mary, weep no more for one,
We toss'd upon the raging nain;
But all our striving was in vain.
My heart was fill'd with love of thee :
So, Mary, weep no more for me. “ ( maiden dear, thyself prepare ;
We soon shall meet upon that shore, Where love is free froni doubt and care,
And thou and I shall part no more.” Loud crow'd the cock, the shadow fled;
No more of Sandy could she see; But soft the passing spirit said, “ Sweet Mary, weep no more for me."